So I'm there, the bed is hard.
I cannot see a thing.
I'm thirsty, I'm starving —
What would that mean?
My head is sore and heavy,
My body's in pain.
I feel hostility embedding me
And someone lurk.
Hey, who are you? Where am I?
Tell me! I need to know!
Why are you staring at me?
Tell me! Right now!
In endless terror
I hear someone open the door.
I struggle to shout,
But my throat is sore.
I jump to my feet being ready to spur.
Something is coming to take me to hell.
The heavy hand is put on my shoulder.
Thinking I'm doomed I start to scream.
Then I feel someone shaking me
And soft kind words:
«Wake up, my dear».